Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Seeing that the situation was not good, Murong Hui threw out the Thousand Machine Crossbow from his sleeve.

Shi Feiyang let out a strange cry and pulled a tin pot lid from his pocket: "A kitchen marvel, a must-have for home and travel!"

The crossbow bolts clanged against the pot lid, and Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity to unleash his "Dog-Beating Stick Technique," sending the dogs soaring into the sky. The Xuan Shuang Blade, once unleashed, transformed into thousands of bamboo snakes, precisely biting the ankles of his followers. Even more insidious, he shouted as he struck, "Folks, be careful! Your leader is withholding your wages; I'm helping you get them!" The instant the *Nine Revolutions Yin-Yang Record* and the Mingyu Skill completely merged, Shi Feiyang's pupils were half crimson like flames, half a deep blue like ice.

He ripped open his collar, revealing a distorted tai chi symbol drawn in cinnabar on his chest. Suddenly, he pulled out a rattle drum from his robes and shook it vigorously: "Witness the moment of miracle!" The instant the two internal forces merged, a huge vortex split open in the sky, and what fell was not only ice shards, but also burning meteorites.

"Sword Universe Ashes Heaven Technique!" He plunged the Frost Blade into the ground, his palm and sword energy transforming into an ice-fire tai chi diagram. The Netherworld Cultists were horrified to discover that half of their bodies were frozen in frost, and the other half were consumed by flames. Even more bizarrely, Shi Feiyang had somehow produced a suona (a traditional Chinese wind instrument), and his off-key rendition of "Victory Order" mixed with screams startled birds within a hundred miles of the Flower Palace.

Murong Hui's final act of resistance was to unleash the Netherworld Sect's most treasured artifact, the "Ten Thousand Souls Banner." Amidst the black mist formed by countless vengeful spirits, Shi Feiyang pulled out a kite: "Come on, let's fly a big one!" The kite string, hooked by the Xuan Shuang Blade, pierced the banner. He channeled all his power and shouted, "Reel it in!" The Ten Thousand Souls Banner exploded with a deafening roar, and Shi Feiyang didn't forget to flash a peace sign at the shattered fragments: "If any Jianghu friends like this post over a hundred times, I'll send you a moldy osmanthus cake!"

Amidst the ruins of the Yihua Palace, Shi Feiyang, with one foot on the iron mask of a Netherworld Cult member and the other picking at the bone fragments between his teeth, glanced sideways at the Palace Master Yaoyue inside the ice pillar: "Tsk tsk, this ice carving skill could easily fetch ten taels of silver on the black market!"

He suddenly pulled out the Frostblade and carved the words "Shi Feiyang was here" crookedly on the ice pillar. He even drew a funny face sticking out his tongue at the end. "Add a signature, and it'll immediately increase in value!"

Inside the icicle, the Moon Palace Mistress's eyelashes were frosted, and her jade-like fingers remained in the gesture of unleashing a strike. Shi Feiyang suddenly ripped open his outer robe, revealing a scarlet undergarment printed with "The Most Handsome Man Under Heaven," and brazenly pressed it against her: "Beautiful lady, don't let your face freeze after being frozen for so long, it would be such a pity if you couldn't smile anymore!"

He deliberately breathed out white vapor to draw patterns on the ice, saying, "Look, this is a little rabbit, this is an old turtle..."

"Shut up!" A muffled thud came from the icicle. Shi Feiyang, however, became even more aggressive, pulling out a rusty copper coin and scraping it on the ice: "Come on, let's play a game! If you scratch 'One more,' I lose!" Suddenly, the Xuan Shuang Blade flashed with a cold light, and the icicle shattered with a roar. He seized the opportunity to reach out and catch Yaoyue, who was about to fall, pulling her into his arms: "Ouch! This guy can't resist being thrown into your arms!"

Palace Mistress Yaoyue's jade-like palm, radiating cold air, struck down, but Shi Feiyang suddenly pulled out a broken gong to block it: "Clang! The Ice Beauty's anger resonates far and wide!" He glanced at Yaoyue's lips, which were frozen purple, and with a wicked grin, pulled out an oil paper package from his robes. Inside was half a piece of moldy osmanthus cake. "Want a taste? This is my treasured 'century-old cellar' cake, guaranteed to cure—" Before he could finish speaking, he was blasted away by internal force, but he somersaulted in the air and landed steadily: "Wow, that's powerful! More satisfying than the beating I got at the gambling den!"

"You're asking for death!" Yaoyue's long, flowing ice-silk dress shattered into ice shards.

Shi Feiyang's eyes lit up, and he pulled out a red rope, gesturing around her waist: "Don't be angry! I'll design you a new dress right now, guaranteed to be more alluring than a Persian dancer!" He suddenly leaned closer and pinned a wildflower to her frosty long hair. "Wear it! The Palace Mistress of Yihua Palace will become the most beautiful courtesan, tomorrow's headlines will be guaranteed!" Lianxing's shout came from afar. Shi Feiyang suddenly hoisted Yaoyue onto his shoulder and slapped her stiff bottom: "Let's go! I'll take you to have some fun! I heard a new building opened in the west of the city, let's..." Before he could finish, he was grabbed by the neck, but still mumbled, "Don't be shy! It's on me!"

Under the moonlight, he carried the struggling Yaoyue and leaped down from the ruins. As he passed the corpses scattered on the ground, he suddenly shouted, "Sisters! Remember to give me 30% of the spoils! Especially those jeweled skulls, save them for me!"

The person in his arms was both ashamed and angry, but Shi Feiyang whispered in her ear, "Don't move, or I'll take advantage of you—like...kissing you!" Yaoyue pushed Shi Feiyang away in embarrassment and ran away.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the white jade steps of Yihua Palace amber. Shi Feiyang leaned against the carved railing, waving a wine gourd in one hand while letting Palace Mistress Lianxing bandage the wound on his arm with the other.

The girl's fingertips carried a faint scent of jasmine, and every touch made his bones go weak: "Sister Lianxing, your bandaging skills are more professional than those of a quack doctor. Why don't you switch careers and become a doctor?"

"Always so glib." Lianxing raised her eyes reproachfully, her gaze sparkling with starlight. "If it weren't for your insistence on protecting me..." Before she could finish speaking, a sharp, cracking sound like ice shattering was heard. At the corner of the distant corridor, the Palace Mistress of Yaoyue's long, flowing ice-silk dress fluttered in the wind, and ice crystals that had formed in her palm were falling softly.

Shi Feiyang's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately jumped up: "Great Palace Master! Look at this sunset... it's a perfect match for your beauty!" Just as he was about to move closer, he saw three icicles suddenly fly out from Yaoyue's sleeve, accurately embedding themselves in the blue bricks at his feet. The icy coldness crept up his boots, making him jump up and down: "Murder my... murder my savior!"

"Savior?" Yaoyue walked slowly, each step leaving frost flowers on the ground. "I almost forgot, Young Master Shi's skill in having women on both sides is even better than his martial arts." She suddenly raised her hand, her fingertips condensing cold air as she touched his cheek. "But remember, the kindness of Yihua Palace is not something you receive for nothing."

Lianxing suddenly stepped in front of Shi Feiyang, holding her jade flute horizontally to her chest: "Sister! Young Master Shi saved us..."

"Shut up!" Yaoyue's icy eyes flashed with a fierce light. "He saved you, what does that have to do with me?" Before she finished speaking, the temperature in the entire courtyard plummeted, and even the lanterns under the eaves were covered with frost flowers. Shi Feiyang's eyes darted around, and he suddenly grasped Yaoyue's hand: "Grand Palace Master, your hand is so cold..."

He channeled his inner energy, and warmth rose from his palms. "Let me warm you up—" Before he could finish speaking, Lianxing suddenly grabbed his other hand: "Young Master Shi, the wound isn't..."

"Enough!" Yaoyue abruptly shook off his hand, her long, flowing silk dress billowing in the wind. "Shi Feiyang, the Yihua Palace does not tolerate idlers! Leave immediately!"

As she turned around, Shi Feiyang noticed her ears were flushed red, clearly showing her anger and embarrassment. "Sister!" Lianxing cried out anxiously, her eyes reddening, "Young Master Shi, he..."

"I told you, let him go!" Yaoyue's voice trembled almost imperceptibly, but the icicles in her palm grew even sharper.

Shi Feiyang suddenly laughed and pulled out an oil paper package from his pocket: "You can leave, but you two have to taste my cooking first!"

He unfolded the oil paper, revealing two crooked pieces of osmanthus cake inside, one charred black like charcoal, the other still covered in bits of grass: "The one on the left is for Sister Lianxing, representing my fiery heart; the one on the right is for the Grand Palace Master, cold on the outside but warm on the inside, just like you!" He suddenly lowered his voice, "Actually, the sweetest one is the one sandwiched in the middle..." Yaoyue's icicles shattered at her fingertips, but she remained cold: "Glib tongue!"

Lianxing couldn't help but laugh out loud, taking the burnt pastry: "I knew it, Young Master Shi has me in his heart."

She deliberately took a bite, "Mmm! It tastes even better than last time!"

"You!" Yaoyue suddenly turned around, her long, flowing silk dress sweeping away the ice lanterns in the corridor. "If you don't leave within three days, don't blame me for being impolite!"

As her figure disappeared into the night, Shi Feiyang winked at Lianxing: "See? The Grand Palace Master is jealous!"

"Who's jealous?" A voice gritted its teeth came from the darkness.

Shi Feiyang shrank back in fright, but couldn't help shouting at the night sky, "Great Palace Master! When I return, I will definitely melt this iceberg of yours completely!" As the night deepened, the ice lanterns of Yihua Palace flickered, reflecting the two women's completely different thoughts.

Lianxing gazed at the pastries in her hands, a smile playing on her lips; Yaoyue sat alone on the jade steps, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the palm that Shi Feiyang had just touched. In the moonlight, a single tear silently fell, freezing into an ice crystal on the stone steps. (End of Chapter)